Water – Page 22 – Iron Haiku

as my eyesight fades
I think I finally see
my destination
–
a grey heron-
motionless in the
standing water

a quick glimpse into
the recesses of my soul
is all I can bear
–
sinister clouds-
reflections of
black water

waves rise up and fall
the rhythm of the ocean
moves us together
–
surfing-
the swell
of your hips

as venus rises
the sun on the horizon
sets the trees aglow
–
western fires-
too soon dowsed
by a deluge of stars

the lobsterman’s wife
watching the lighthouse at the
dying of the day
–
silent passage-
darkening water
laps the shore

pockets of moonlight
across the rippled surface
of a mountain lake
–
midnight water-
still dragonflies
dimple the surface

clouds out ash and dust-
the soil of this arid land
affords no purchase
–
orange skies-
rivers of black glass
plunge into the sea

the wind on the dunes-
playful fingers turning the
pages of my book
–
wet towels-
bare feet
on my dash

a cool ocean breeze
comes onshore and brings the taste
of salt to my lips
–
low tide-
footprints of gulls
in the wet sand

a candle and spoon-
the bare bulb above her head
casts a harsh shadow
–
on the corner-
slowing headlights
catch the rain